Took A Little Off The Bottom

Thursday I wore a "new" outfit to work.  I vacillated on it before I left the house...I was having a crisis with both my outfit and my hair.  The outfit consisted of black slacks, a white tanktop, and a black vest.  It was a lot of black and white...and even with accessories...I wasn't feeling it. 

So when I got to work, Heather said "what's going on with this outfit...you kinda look like cocktail waitress". 

Strike one in the "Amy is already sensitive ball game".

THEN, a few minutes later she asked me when I was going to get my haircut?  (I have been putting it off and it WAS in bad shape and overdue).  But she told me it looked damaged.

Strike 2 & 3.

I burst into tears.

Damn it.  I must be hard to date sometimes....because all I heard was a looked like a waitress with damaged hair.

So, after some hugs and kisses from Heather...trying to pull me back from the edge... I managed to pull myself together long enough to get to the car.  I then drove home and changed. 

Anyways, Heather said she would fund a haircut and color....so off I went!  I told Desty to cut off what she needed.  She told me that one of the worst things I can do to my hair is use a crappy flatiron (which is what I have).  I bought so yummy deep conditioner...and the new flatiron will be the next purchase.  She said it will probably take a couple more haircuts to get the yuck hair out.

I like it.  I like having it feel healthier.  I like it off my back.  I never can make it look as good as Desty...but I will keep trying.

Happy Monday!